Watching a very public courtroom drama
of telling violence within a relationship.
Unwanted flashbacks race back.
Forty years have passed for this man
then living through the emotional crushing of divorce
whilst clinging to a new relationship
where he has become a punchbag.
A confused and questionably willing punchbag.
For he could physically tear apart
his beautiful and highly sexual aggressor
but instead tries to reason and weep.
Details live in memory but will not
illuminate this tearful heart-torn page.
Time after time. Break up after break up.
Until blatant financial abuse
joins the melee, the final straw.
How does a man deal with this.
Only those seeing the scars and
contrasting no scars could begin to see.
A subject which cannot be talked of.
Humiliation and disgust join heartbreak and apathy.
Nobody understands if it has not invaded their sanity
with its fisticuffs and undermining verbal torture.
Locked away in a period of forgotten pain
though haunting the eyes of tomorrows promise
perceiving the viscious possibility in newfound
loving arms... forever damaged.
Like jolts of electricity memories flood back
watching a very dark and public courtroom drama.
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Author:
dusk arising (
Offline) - Published: June 2nd, 2022 01:49
- Comment from author about the poem: Unedited and raw. Written as it came. A place i don't want to dwell, somewhere I've never written of before.
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The real drama lies in the soul here and it shows through.. it’s brave to expose like this, yet it is part of who you are today. You can’t deny a past, and you can’t escape it. We are all haunted by the ghosts of our history. It’s learning to live with them that is so bloody difficult….
every now and then .. I come across words that appear & feel to have spilled out .. they could not possibly contain or hold such intensity of meaning had they been teased, forced out or tinkered with .. .. this is one of them .. I take my hat off to you DA ............... Neville
A very, very good write Dusk.
thanks for sharing, Dusk
the brave honesty
makes this reading experience
such a powerful one
Wow, this is truly "raw" as you put it. But I enjoy the way you left it unrefined because it illuminates the unadulterated truth. I hope this incident didn't leave too many setbacks for you to have to hurdle now and again.
Such a beautiful use of language! I really enjoyed reading your poem.
Maybe you want to check on mine too? I'd be happy if you leave a comment. I'ts always exiting to know what other people like about your work. 🙂
Emotive words d a so well written.
Andy
Physical scars - physical, thou not to be diminished,
Verbal abuse, as you exposed, deep, seldom surface
No one no matter how famous or wealthy can escape the scars of emotional damage. We are all human and repeated beatings from childhood on leaves one expecting and accepting further abuse. Well written
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